Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.